Quotes About Perseverance

Never that is shall die.

Misfortunes in the end Grow tired of plaguing; storms in time blow themselves out. So luck will change from man to man; and everything Yields place to something else. Despair is cowardly; The brave man holds fast to confidence and hope.

Every thing appears terrible even to the bold, when his foot shall pass across a hostile country.

Wretched, wretched one! Who then or God, or mortal, or [unexpected event, [121] ] having accomplished a way out of inextricable difficulties, will show forth to the sole twain Atrides a release from ills?

But I know that the body I inhabit will only take so much, can only go so far. Rocks, stones, even the leaning twisting trees, all are harder and more enduring. The stones have weight and mass, and agonised trees are rooted deep in the craggy soil.

Pauline kept a scrapbook into which she pasted important articles that she had cut out of the newspapers. These were about the courageous deeds that had been done by people even if they only had one leg or couldn't see or had been dropped on their heads when they were babies. 'It's to make me brave,' she'd explained to Annika.

One would never write a single word if one knew the horrors that lay ahead,' agreed Charlotte. 'But if you sell copies by the sackload, you may well forget the horrors,' I agreed quickly.

The thing is, baby, you don't have long,' he said. 'We don't have long. Dancers are like dragonflies – in one day, dead in the water the next. So you just have to work, all the time, because if you don't love it, and if you don't want to do it so much that it's like breathing to you, then you might as well stop now.

They'd taught him how to milk cows,and now they expected him to tame lions.

The majority of people I've come across in life have treated me unfairly. I'd be a liar if I said it didn't hurt; I have this deep wound in my soul I feel all the time, but I still choose to love despite my moments of anger and selfishness. Love is the only true, everlasting thing we all live for and who am I to rob someone of experiencing that?

The fucked thing," Doc Bryan says, "is the men we've been fighting probably came here for the same reasons we did, to test themselves, to feel what war is like. In my view it doesn't matter if you oppose or support war. The machine goes on." 

The vision fades, the soul sickens, and the routine of survival starts again.

He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.

Never get mixed up in a Welsh wrangle. It doesn't end in blows like an Irish one, but goes on forever.

Two wives despaired of him,' he said. 'When he got engaged to Sylvia, she made it a condition that he should take the cure at Zurich. And it worked. He came back in three months a different man. And he hasn't touched a drop since, even though Sylvia walked out on him.' 'Why did she do that?' Well, poor Charlie got rather a bore when he stopped drinking. But that's not really the point of the story.

A blow, expected, repeated, falling upon a bruise with no smart or shock of surprise, only a dull and sickening pain and the doubt whether another like it could be borne.

But how do you know He *doesn't* want us to have it—the cross, I mean? I bet He's just waiting for one of us to go and find it—just at this moment when it's most needed. Just at this moment when everyone is forgetting it and chattering about the hypostatic union, there's a solid chunk of wood waiting for them to have their silly heads knocked against. I'm going off to find it

Well, it'll be a long war. There'll be fun for us all in the end.

It eluded us then, but that's no matter —tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning——

When you know why you will overcome any how

I hope you live a life you're proud of. And if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again." - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.